The ginkgo by the library
dithered all October
then changed its mind
all at once to yellow.

One maple near the chapel
turned early to orange
then held on, stubborn,
as its leaves dried to paper.

Frost outlined each ivy leaf
at the edge of staff parking:
a silver-white assertion
of the borders of things.

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